The New Year and more family poetry.

Last night we had oyster soup. I know it has been a tradition in our family for a hundred years or more, either Christmas Eve or New Year's Eve. I can't remember for sure which and suspect it varies. The recipe is butter, whole milk, half and half, and oysters. I took 2 fish oils and a pravastatin to counteract it. Anyway it has the effect of making us want to live another year, if just to have another bowl of soup.
Except for my 11 y/o mover and shaker, who doesn't eat anything without lungs and feathers.
She had chicken-like vegetarian broth with bean thread. She would have preferred ramen noodles.
The girls are in the kitchen today trying to turn a pumpkin into a pumpkin pie. This is a very special pumpkin that grew high up in a spruce tree. My children who in previous years would be considered old enough to marry have to be told things like "remove the seeds."
I'll try to take a picture. I wish I had one of the tree decorated with pumpkins like giant Christmas lights.
Our resolutions: Papa wants to use his time more wisely and pray more. I want to pass the board exam. No.1 wants to learn to play another musical instrument. Little Din wants to (with our help and the teaching of a new song) use the potty.
And M&S has resolved to talk us into getting an alpaca.

And back to family poetry. Ten points for the person who can correctly quote what comes after this couplet:

Rex chewed the paraffin
And Revia didn't like it...